stay between the lines. balance on the wire. things i've heard or even said before, and still I turn. another try. making resolutions always with intentions for the best, am I that blind?
Chorus: you say that it's black and white, but I question it every time. I'm holding back and it's easy to follow the world on the outside. I'm starting to wonder why, an answer that I don't like. I'm holding on and it's tearing me into a thousand pieces.
starting at the end, cross the finish line, right where I began and start all over once again, it's not that I, Though that I could do this on my own, knowing all too well that I would mak more sense of things when I am falling down.
it won't be long, I promise, that i'll never, forget you, I won't leave you hear, all alone, and when you're wrong and you keep falling down, I'll be waiting, for you, you can count on me.